I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

said nothing, but she felt as

cigarette smoke was scorching her skin, burning her. She felt

a crush on a boy, only for her crush to find out about

feelings and reject her.

felt as if he was saying, “Sorry, we’re not

Isabella was tough, she still

If she told him she had said those things on purpose

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too much like an excuse. No one

Seth.

raised her hand and wiped her face while Seth wasn’t

to calm down. You have

to herself, Isabella slowly got up from

mirror and met her

to be the wife of the company

frowned, something

he had witnessed in the afternoon and

conversation explicitly stated Isabella wanted

the president’s wife.

five years and

told me to and never left you. Even if you were an

be hard for me not to fall

Seth to stroke his

seat. Some light

to guess what he was

was the back of his head. She could only rely

get. Sometimes my

calmly.

are you holding me

else was fake, but the last part was true.

so it sounded

the last part of that sentence, he

of what Gordon had said in the morning.

“You don’t want me to hold you